I sure wish I’d been keeping a journal “back in the day.” It would help me nail down some of the tees in the memory quilt with more specificity. I have started a journal several times. It only “took” once. That was in the journal that I started on October 26, 2012, which starts this…
…and it was worth the wait. On September 21, 2017 I walked away from a silent auction as the winner of a one hour flight in a speedy single engine Cessna. Five-hundred sixty-four days later, on April 7, 2019, Wayne and I flew to Farmington, picked up Dad, and flew back to Springfield. Total time…
I used to write letters. Letters that traveled here-and-there in envelopes with a USPS stamp. I still write letters. But not all that many, and not all that often. I don’t have to buy all that many “forever stamps” these days. My Dad’s side of the family has always written lots of letters. I don’t…
I’ve always loved a roadtrip. I’ve been on more than my share. There will be more. I aim to move even farther to the lower right on the bell curve that tallies up road trips. Our 2017 road trip is only a couple of days away. I’m expecting to put over 3K on a rental…
A month or so ago I wrote that I had told Dad my dream of the way he’d pass away. He and I don’t talk about certain things. It’s an unwritten agreement. One of the things we don’t talk about is what happens when people die. We almost did one time, not that long ago…
I’m sure glad the weather broke a bit, so that I could pound the pavement some. I needed to take a fast walk to get the morning behind me. -=-=-= It has been awhile since I had to make that first call. Even though it was over 5-and-a-half years ago, I remember it like it…
On Saturday, March 18, 2017 I spent a few hours at the viewing for my late Uncle Joe, dead too soon at only 77. He survived the “widow maker heart attack” (which has a 90% kill rate) for about 30 years. It took three decades for a complete closure of the left anterior descending coronary…
I have had “conversations” with fellows wearing badges three times since moving back to Missouri in 2011. Two of them are a tad bit bizarre. The other was mundane….I was clocked doing 78 in a 60 in Highlandville on our way home from The Rock House. The only story there is what I coulda done…
It was spring of the year 2000. The world had survived the Y2K scare…amazingly using a 2 digit year hadn’t brought the planet to its knees. We had taken a family vacation to Arizona during the December school break to evaluate AZ as a place to move. There had been some executive level changes at…
“For you, being creative isn’t just something to do. It’s an actual survival impulse.” That was Shelly’s horoscope per the local paper one day last week. That not only applies to Shelly, but also to her oldest grand-child. Eight year old Casedy accompanied us to the Wichita suburbs over the weekend as we visited Shelly’s…